Then she lets the river answer that you have always been her lover.
Leonard Cohen, Suzanne
The Earth laughs in flowers.
Ralph W Emerson
There are always flowers for those who want to see them.
“All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow.”
Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina
The early evening medley of light, shadow, and reflection plays at a nearby lake. Summer has haltingly arrived in my corner of the Great Lakes state.
Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.
Antoine Saint Exupery